There is a very distinct line between stumbling and flailing your arms over your head like a maniac. I crossed it. The pavement looked pretty hard while teetering on one foot but there was no turning back. In a desperate attempt, I threw myself to the left and landed… in a soft patch of grass.
Whew! Dusting myself off, I turned to identify the flash of movement that had caused my moment of panic. This frog was posed in the middle of the bike path behind Washington Street. Well, at least I wasn’t hurt… and was being watched by a couple coming out of Domino’s Pizza? Oh yeah, way to freak out like a boss!
